I awoke with enthusiasm for my days fishing. Although last weeks attempt ended with a tiny fish, fishing seems to have the power to make you believe that today's the day' and that record breaking fish is gonna take the bait!
It was an absolutely spectacular day. The sun was burning bright and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Perfect.
I tackled up, got my stuff together, and toddled off for a day by the lake. Following last weeks failures I decided to try a different spot on the other side of the lake. I set myself up and settled down to catch the fish of a lifetime.
Now, by no means to do I know what I'm doing. I've watched a few videos on the sport and read a few tutorials online, but in reality, I am most definitely a beginner. In fact, if you imagine Mr Bean fishing, think me, your not far off.
'Eee Aaa mate' I heard the unmistakable scouse accent behind me. Your doing it all wrong. 'No kidding mate' I thought as I wrestled with the small hook which was caught in my tracksuit dangerously close to my crown jewels'
I mentioned yesterday that all of nature around us is starting to wake up from its winter slumber and buzz around the place. This included three Scousers who should have been working on a site close by, but had the day off, they had obviously decided to spend it fishing with me! Great!
It was my day off, I wanted to fish, badly, on my own, and relax. My job takes me through enough inane conversations to last me a lifetime, I wasn't in the mood for one waterside. The sun was doing its best to defrost my shoulder that I was trying to give the Scousers. It was a sunny day. I relinquished, and I think, I have just made my first campsite buddies, watch this space!
There were two young lads, probably early 20's, and one older guy, prob early 50's. They are living on site whilst they do a job, they all love fishing, and they all intend to get their rods out at some point,
'How long are you staying'? I politely enquired
'Three years' came the reply
'Three years'? I was flabbergasted
'Yeah mate' its a big contract
I felt like I was sat in the canteen in a prison.
I cast my little bit of bread into the tree, I wasn't happy.
Now, there is nothing more peaceful than looking at your float in the water, checking it obsessively for any minuscule signs of movement, in the vain hope of that elusive bite. Sharing that with three other people, isn't quite the same.
Luckily, two more people arrived!
Here I am, sat in approx 1000 hectares of woodland and countryside sharing a fishing peg with five people. Three Scouse fisherman (no rods) and now joined by an oldish guy and a rather odd women. He cracked a can, she opened a bottle of wine, and they got their sandwiches out.
There I was looking for the reincarnation of Jeremy Beadle to arrive whilst texting Jodes to alert her to the fact that there was a small festival springing up on fishing peg number 3, urging here to get along that was fast becoming THE place to be, not only on this campsite, but seemingly in the entire of the Holme Valley.
Luckily for me, I cast into the tree again, despite the blushes, I was able to make a hasty exit and retreat to my tent to reflect on my fishing career
It was an absolutely spectacular day. The sun was burning bright and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Perfect.
I tackled up, got my stuff together, and toddled off for a day by the lake. Following last weeks failures I decided to try a different spot on the other side of the lake. I set myself up and settled down to catch the fish of a lifetime.
Now, by no means to do I know what I'm doing. I've watched a few videos on the sport and read a few tutorials online, but in reality, I am most definitely a beginner. In fact, if you imagine Mr Bean fishing, think me, your not far off.
'Eee Aaa mate' I heard the unmistakable scouse accent behind me. Your doing it all wrong. 'No kidding mate' I thought as I wrestled with the small hook which was caught in my tracksuit dangerously close to my crown jewels'
I mentioned yesterday that all of nature around us is starting to wake up from its winter slumber and buzz around the place. This included three Scousers who should have been working on a site close by, but had the day off, they had obviously decided to spend it fishing with me! Great!
It was my day off, I wanted to fish, badly, on my own, and relax. My job takes me through enough inane conversations to last me a lifetime, I wasn't in the mood for one waterside. The sun was doing its best to defrost my shoulder that I was trying to give the Scousers. It was a sunny day. I relinquished, and I think, I have just made my first campsite buddies, watch this space!
There were two young lads, probably early 20's, and one older guy, prob early 50's. They are living on site whilst they do a job, they all love fishing, and they all intend to get their rods out at some point,
'How long are you staying'? I politely enquired
'Three years' came the reply
'Three years'? I was flabbergasted
'Yeah mate' its a big contract
I felt like I was sat in the canteen in a prison.
I cast my little bit of bread into the tree, I wasn't happy.
Now, there is nothing more peaceful than looking at your float in the water, checking it obsessively for any minuscule signs of movement, in the vain hope of that elusive bite. Sharing that with three other people, isn't quite the same.
Luckily, two more people arrived!
Here I am, sat in approx 1000 hectares of woodland and countryside sharing a fishing peg with five people. Three Scouse fisherman (no rods) and now joined by an oldish guy and a rather odd women. He cracked a can, she opened a bottle of wine, and they got their sandwiches out.
There I was looking for the reincarnation of Jeremy Beadle to arrive whilst texting Jodes to alert her to the fact that there was a small festival springing up on fishing peg number 3, urging here to get along that was fast becoming THE place to be, not only on this campsite, but seemingly in the entire of the Holme Valley.
Luckily for me, I cast into the tree again, despite the blushes, I was able to make a hasty exit and retreat to my tent to reflect on my fishing career
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